"I don't believe it," Clara muttered indignantly as she walked by this stretch of completely deserted buildings without any other soul seen. It was Valentine's Day! Her husband Damian would get her roses and bring her out on some exquisite date where they reaffirm their love for each other. This restaurant where they had their first date? He had done the planning and yet he wasn't aware it had already closed down. Clara thought he should have done his own checks.
Have I gone on a trip to America for nothing?! Clara fumed, ignoring the fact that she was on an expensive holiday trip paid for by her husband while he attended to full-time work on yet another business trip.
Five years ago, Clara Chong was on her University Graduation trip around the United States, when by a stroke of coincidence she met Damian Du, her fellow countryman on a month-long business trip and three years her senior. They ended up having a connection after a one-time hookup, and a whirlwind romance ensued. Clara and Damian dated for over two years back in their home city-state before marrying.
Back to the present time, she arrived early, having planned to do some sightseeing of her own for a couple of hours before her husband was expected to arrive in the evening. With Damian not picking up her calls and messages, she sighed and walked into a building, climbing upstairs where the restaurant used to be. Perhaps she can salvage this with nostalgia.
In retrospect, she realized business was already terrible years ago, despite being within walking distance of a semi-popular coastal area. The hard concrete walls and floors of the restaurant were intact but nothing else was - whatever that wasn't ransacked was broken down or vandalized. With the late afternoon sunlight shining through the dusty glass windows, she made her way to the accessible toilet. Clara smiled as she recalled this memorable spot where she and Damian had that adventurous quickie that sparked off their whole romance. The toilet's fixtures and its door were all torn down, leaving it completely empty besides a dining table that was dragged in there, with piles of rope on top.
In the deafening silence beside her own footsteps of her heels, Clara put down her handbag and opened up her thick coat. Underneath she wore a flowery white blouse and a thigh length grey pleated skirt, no bra and panties - She thought Damian would want to re-enact those moments and hopefully re-ignite the flame of their marriage that was beginning to dim. She unbuttoned her blouse, playing with her own nipples while fingers on her other hand reached down under her skirt, gently massaging her pussy. Her straight black hair flowed down past the back of her neck as she closed her eyes, softly moaning as she reminisced about the past. She was indeed gorgeous, admittedly part of the reason why Damian fell in love with her.
She jolted when the faint sound of footsteps crept behind her. She wasn't alone after all. She turned her head back and gasped as her eyes met the gaze of four male strangers. From their rough looks and build, they looked like they were between their late 30s to early 40s. The entire situation was made more intimidating with their heads towering over the smaller woman and staring intently with unfriendly smiles. She covered herself up instinctively.
"Sorry, excuse me," was all Clara could squeak out of her mouth as she tried getting past these men.
They wouldn't have it, of course. After all, what bunch of horny men would let a pretty lady go in such a situation?
Clara screamed as the men grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into their midst. But there was no one else around to save her, and her husband would struggle against just one guy here, let alone the four of them together.
She was restrained while being systematically stripped of her clothing. They took her coat off first, followed by pulling her blouse over her head and off her, and finally pulled her skirt down. She was now naked among four strangers in an unfamiliar land, whose faces she could barely tell apart in her panic.
"No! Let me go!" Clara shouted as she was dragged back into the toilet, and in the back of her mind she feared the worst.
She was made to lie on her back on the table with her hands stretched out, the ropes lying around were used to secure her hands to the legs of the table, preventing her from giving her attackers too much trouble. Two men held her down while her head looked up helplessly at the other two men who stood before her.
For the first time she noticed the taller of the two had a distinctive scar across his face, a lean build that showed through his fading red T-shirt. He was Edgar, the leader of the group. The man next to him was Frank, a bald guy, wide and strong with bulging muscles all over showing through that undersized flannel and jeans. Holding her down were Gavin and Henry, both average looking with a slight beer gut and dressed in singlets and shorts. None of these ruffian-looking guys were who she wanted to be anywhere near in any circumstances, and she trembled as they stared at her with gleaming eyes.
Unknownst to her, these men were friends and opportunistic burglars who scoured these deserted buildings for anything of value to steal. Annoyed that other people had already beaten them to it and having nothing else to vent their frustrations on, they were stoked when this beautiful trespasser showed up.
Having no dates for this occasion they had little need for the obligatory "dress to impress women" crap, but today they were about to get their Valentine's Day gift regardless.
"Play with her while we get started," Edgar instructed Gavin and Henry.
Clara whimpered for mercy as four male hands caressed her body. She could do nothing else but watch Edgar and Frank strip naked. She gasped when she saw the size of their cocks. Even her husband's fully erect cock failed to match up with these supposedly semi-erect members.
There was no doubt about it - These strangers were about to rape her. Tears began to roll down her face as she mindlessly screamed again.
"I'll give you something to scream about," Edgar growled as he pushed her head down, with his cock slapping against her face. She immediately closed her mouth, knowing what he wanted, but he pinched her nose, forcing her to open her mouth to breathe, upon which he freely rammed his cock into her mouth.
Clara's head remained hanging off the edge of the table, her eyes shut as Edgar banged her face leisurely and softly. Inside her warm tight mouth, her first rapist's cock stiffened and grew in size until his full length could only fit half her mouth. Her eyes re-opened, almost marvelling at his size when he pushed on further, intent on doing her deep-throat style.
Clara's words of protest were muffled and she could only wince as Edgar began brutally thrusting the entire length of cock down her throat. He groaned with each stroke.
"You have one tight mouth, miss!"
She hated to admit that despite the discomfort and horror of the situation, the other three men were making her feel good. Hands paid special attention to her breasts and pussy, the occasional mouth and tongue sucking and licking on her nipples, fingers ramming up her moist snatch. Those sensations of rough male fingers were unexpectedly being so gentle at rousing her body, and if it had not been for the huge cock shutting her up, she herself would have moaned from her clit being rubbed.
Edgar eventually pulled out of her mouth without a word, granting her a few seconds of mercy and she coughed. It was not for long though, he stood between her open legs and guided the head of his now pulsating hard and ready cock into her pussy.
"No, don't-" Clara's protest was cut short when Frank pushed her head back down, holding it place while his cock shoved into her mouth. Frank's turn to face-fuck her.
"Good job keeping her mouth shut," Gavin quipped.
"True that, good girls exercise their jaw muscles with cocks, not words," Henry added, making Clara's body flush with humiliation.
Clara laid back on the table with her hands bound while being fucked by two men at the same time. Edgar's hands leaned over her tits and groped them as if he was riding a motorcycle. From one corner of her eye, she found the other two men Gavin and Henry standing nearby, slowly stroking their cocks as they awaited their turn. She found no comfort in that sight, and with the pain of having a hard cock constantly shoving down her throat, the only perverse solace she got was from the growing sensations in her cunt as Edgar pounded into her. She had never been filled up with so much cock before, and the thought of having sex with someone other than her husband made her head spin.
After a mere few minutes of being fucked, Clara found her body going on the edge. She could not help it, the prior anticipation of rekindling her old moments with Damian, then the combined attention of three men playing with her body, and now two huge cocks stretching her out. These rapists were about to make her climax!
